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¶ My soule, y holde, holy es it, [[MS. it es]]
For she loueþ Ihesu, þat loueþ here wel.
But loue were tendere to loue vsed,
Were harder þan ston, and styffere þan stel.
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On Ihesu she is amerous and ful auysed.
What worldly þyng she seeþ or fele,
Al worldly ioye she haþ refused,
And me she loueþ neuere a dele.
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¶ I wante my wille, and euel fare y,
Fro worldly merþe put o syde.
Fro worldis worschip she doþ me tary.
I may no þouȝt fro here hyde.
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Þere y blisse, she doþ wary;
Þere y speke fayre, she doþ chyde.
She is newe waxen al contrary.
Þere y dwelle, she nyl not byde.
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¶ She repreueþ my dagged cloþes,
And longe pyked crakowed shon;
Vpbreyde[þ] me my grete oþes,
And sayþ y breke goddis bone.
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Þat me is lef, all she loþes.
I seye 'oþere men so don.'
She seyþ, þey go to helle woþes,
Wole to wende, wiþ hem to wone.
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¶ Wiþ Ihesu, alway is she,
And now she lyþ wiþ hym in cracche,
Now into Egipt wiþ hym doþ fle
Fro Herowdes, lest he hem cacche.
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In his moder armes, born wol she be,
And sowke wiþ hym, as chylde in tacche.
She folweþ hym in al degre,
And countrefeteþ to ben his macche.
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